I fidgeted with the bracelet that was strapped loosely around my wrist. It had metal charms hanging from a wooden and thick strap that circled an inch around my arm.
My gaze and my hands wouldn't stop caressing the bracelet. I could only breathe and blink. I could neither respond nor listen to the only woman willing to take care of me chastise me for something so irrational.
The Luminary of council, Sahasrara, kept trying to catch my eye, but I made sure that she couldn't even see them. Eventually, she got annoyed, of course, and raised her voice to get my attention.
"Enki!" She shouted. Confirming the agitated atmosphere. "What is this?"
I took a second to look away from the bracelet to glance at the angry woman.
She held a packet of papers towards me with a fat sentence plastered across the front.
CONGRATULATIONS! You have been accepted into D.C. Academy.
Level: 8
"It's an acceptance letter. . . " I ask more than say.
I reread the letters on the paper while my heart moves in a light, rhythmic pattern. I was so proud to have made it in that I was ignoring what the angry woman was saying.
I was super excited that I had an acceptance letter, but I was terrified of what sahasrara, Sasha rather, was going to do, so I had to hide my excitement.
I braced myself for impact, but her tense figure swiftly withered away and was replaced with slump shoulders and a sigh.
"Enki. . . You know that I care about you a lot, right? Maybe even a little too much. And because of this. . . I can't let you go to D.C." She said. "It can be dangerous."
Sasha came over and sat on the bed beside me. My new mattress dipping in to hug her figure. Sasha just looked at me waiting on a response.
"Playing with fire is dangerous." I retort. "Studying is not. Plus, you own the school. I don't see the problem."
"That's the problem!" Sasha exclaimed. I don't want to be responsible for you getting hurt or for you hurting someone else."
It's rare for Sasha and I to argue. She was very persistent on convincing me not to go. . . And I usually don't talk back to her since I know how strong she is, but now I just had to! I had to take control over my future.
"I'll make sure that I'm safe. I promise." I ensure. "I'll also tell you everything so you won't have to worry about me, okay?"
"Okay, Enki." She sighs.
Of course she'll still worry. She's Sasha. Despite her motherly tendencies towards me and her over-protectiveness, she nods and leaves, giving me a small smile before she shuts the door.
A couple of seconds after she closes the door, I hop up and squirm like the little boy that I am, happy that I actually got in.
"I haven't the slightest clue what D.C. Is like. . . But I am excited." I confess.
I dance until I realize that I look weird and stop. I'm glad no one was here to see me.
I smile at my embarrassment and then sit down. I know exactly why I enrolled into D.C. It was clear that I had to enroll when old man malhadura told me personally, "Powers and special abilities aren't a thing of the future, they don't come with gadgets and advancements . They are the lost practices of the past. The act of sitting with yourself and finding out who you are. When you learn your past or your true self, you can create your future."
Since then, his words have been the way I live my life. He has many quotes that I live by everyday.
Malhadura. An erudite physicist, a philosopher, and apart of the Elite Seven.
My inspiration.
I haven't learned about my past in schools that much. I haven't even been to school before. Our past has been tampered with and even thrown out.The only thing that I've learned about Africa was its location, seas, pyramids (though barely), and the vast amount of languages. So I planned to learn these things at D.C. A supposedly decent school for developing and enhancing powers.
They must have some information on my past that other schools couldn't deliver if they're spewing out so much talent every year.
That school must have been what I've been searching for all this time.
I was gonna uncover my past. . . Maybe for the powers. . . Maybe not.
But any reason is a good reason to learn. . . Right?
Anyway, I walk out of my plush, light-colored room and step into a busy hallway. People around me were giving each other orders and passing around a large plate of fruit, which I did get to snag a few from. I took all of the mangoes off of the platter and left the grapes for who ever wanted them.
I leave out of the building with a bag of nuts and a bag of fruit. If I was going to be out late and not bring any money, then I better at least bring a snack.
It was extra hot and sunny outside. The perfect weather for me. The sun's rays felt like magic on my exposed arms and legs.
Getting toasted by the sun is literally one of the best feelings in the world. Sometimes the sun gives me this rush of energy, or this high that last for a while. I haven't really counted how long this "high" lasts, but it was literally the best feeling in the world.
The sun felt like... a teacher... giving me knowledge and letting me do what ever I wanted with it.
I knew it was gonna be hot so I wore a white designer tank top and black shorts with white designs. My dark skin underneath the clothes was bone dry -despite the weather- and relaxed under the pressure of the sun rays. I felt powerful and I felt alive!
Everything was alive around me and everything was beautiful. The flowers and trees were waving at each other, saying a polite greeting to their friends, and the earth and sky were having a conversation that lasted for centuries upon centuries.
I walk on the grass beside the side-walk with my shoes off to stumble upon the conversation between the elements.
I pass a building for selling crystals and candles and another for healthy snacks on my way to the school.
I arrive at D.C ready to receive my schedule so I would know what classes to go to when I got there.
The school. . . it was amazing.
The academy wasn't big at all for obvious reasons. . . Most of the training and learning will be done outside. In fact, the only building that signified that this place was a school wasn't a building at all. It was merely a sign in front of a never ending field of grass.
I smiled looking at the academy. I couldn't believe that next month I was gonna be in class 8 of D.C Academy! -even though I had no idea what class 8 meant- I couldn't wait to show my skills off, conquer the school, and then improve the world.